/Xigbar felt himself being set down- a car? They had those? He didn’t know what he expected, but cars weren’t it. But He flinched at the other’s words./ Wait! What’dya mean an hour! Hey! /He shouted as he felt the car start to drive away./
Don’t leave me alone with this Rainbow Pinkie Pony! /Immediately regretting the words, he quieted down and groaned. He wiggled a bit in the bag seeing if he couldn’t catch a glimpse of the world outside./
So… eh… Rainbow, where we headed?
/Chris’ ears pinned, listening to the other in the truck bed. This human was just asking to be skinned./
My name is Slave Driver, and ya’d better remember that. Call me Rainbow again and I’ll use the skin on your arm for a book cover. You don’t need your skin anyways; not with this artificial shit going around.
/He grumbled softly to himself, then pulled the truck onto a rugged road - one that was much bumpier and rougher than the previous cement./
Did it ever occur to you that if you were supposed to know where we’re headed, you wouldn’t be wearing a goddamned black bag on your head?
